A Reckoning

daughter of thunder · A Reckoning

Tip-toeing atop my gut,

The cock crow echoes upward

and out.

An ordinary rooster could never:

Look me square in the face and label me liar—

“You’re one fraudulent claim away from

bragging rights at recess.”

But an imposter is nothing more than a

Sheet of black ice imposing on a truth;

And how slippery this bird that won’t perch!

Always an ill-fit flit of wind and ransom

 bargaining with my blood

(Even now with my stake bubbling bruises 

purple and red;

How many times can one woman cheat death 

before her Lord

And you ask me to deny him?)

First it is the serpent’s slander

“Is it really so?”

When we both know

The rooster won’t crow come morning.

About// hope

Postscript// bit of a spin on Peter’s denial at Mark 14:72

The Unwitnessed Fall of a Forest

daughter of thunder · The Unwitnessed Fall of a Forest

The cynic in me feels a storm raging on a cloudless day.

Said day begs me to see its potential:

“I can sift the silk from the spider”

Said day swears.

Of course it cannot.

The tree in the forest has fallen 

Whether we’ve acknowledged the rot in its stump,

Weak roots pulled taut and tired.

The branches are barren

And still we are demanding silk of the spider?

Still we are waiting for the devil to do good.

Perhaps it is the silence

After every bough has bowed gracefully in solitude 

That the whole earth will remember 

What it really was

And what it was not.

postscript// if a tree falls in a forest and no one is around to hear it...